If I Can't Find Love Like This, What Is The Point Of Even Trying.

If I can't find love like this, what is the point of even trying.

PUBLIC PROPOSALS — miles bletchley x f! reader

content warning: proposals

summary: a running joke in you and miles’ relationship is how you don’t ever want to be proposed publicly. miles take it upon himself to take the piss throughout your holiday in the city of love.

wc/ avg. reading time: 1081 words/ 6 minutes

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"I SWEAR ON salazar’s right arse cheek if you ever propose to me in public i'd breakup with you." was what you told miles the very first day you got together.

it had been six years since then and the both of you were twenty three, despite being in a relationship for that long, it was still something you reminded him often.

it was not that you did not want to marry miles, no, it was far from that.

you and miles had taken time off work and decided to go on holiday. you agreed upon visiting france since neither of you had never been.

the two of you thought about visiting the eiffel tower, even though you knew that it was just a tourist attraction that was not anything more than a metal structure.

the two of you thought about visiting the eiffel tower, even though you knew that it was just a tourist attraction that was not anything more than a metal structure.

the two of you ended up going however, just for the sake of the novelty of it.

you took a picture of the tower with your camera and turned around to see miles, kneeling on one knee.

"oh no you don't you bastard," you quickly pulled him up onto his feet as miles chuckled, gripping onto his stomach from the hilarity of your reaction.

"it's not funny. merlin, baby, people are looking," you grumbled as you poked the side of his stomach, "we're leaving."

you pulled miles into an alleyway as you apparated the both of you away.

it was a running joke in you and miles' relationship that he would pretend to propose to you in as many public places he could just to take the piss.

he even said before the start of your holiday that he would try twice as hard to carry on the joke since paris was also known as the 'city of love'.

"i think i'm going to be sick," miles leaned against a lamppost as the two of you got off space mountain.

you offered your boyfriend an iced bottle of water as the two of you sat near a water fountain fixture.

"no more roller coasters please." miles shook his head as the swirly feeling in his tummy finally dissipated.

"alrighty baby," you hummed as you tried to throw the plastic bottle into the recycling bin that was a fair bit away from you.

"ah bollocks," you cursed under your breath as you picked up the bottle and tossed it in the bin.

you turned back to where miles and your things were when you saw him kneeling down on one knee, a cheeky grin on his face.

a lady had saw and started clapping, a congratulatory expression on her face.

you practically sprinted to miles and kneeled down next to him.

"for all the bloody places in the world, really baby? at disneyland? you absolute bellend." you whisper scolded as you kneeled next to him, "i fucking hate you, you know that right?"

miles threw his head back in a laugh, "yes i do."

"sorry, he just fell," you apologised to the woman and cleared the air, awkwardly shuffling away with miles' hand in yours.

"cheers baby," miles clinked his glass with yours as you sipped on your champagne.

you finished your dinner and you were ordering your puddings.

"the tiramisu looks terribly good," you peered up from the large menu and saw miles kneeling on one knee next to you.

the waiter who was walking past your table gasped and the middle aged couples dotted around the restaurant were now looking at the two of you.

you started to grow nervous at the chatters surrounding you.

"miles bletchley if you don't stand up in three seconds i'm dumping your arse." you warned.

miles winked at you, "love you too baby." and pretended to tie the laces of his dior trainers before standing back up.

"sorry, i was just tying my shoes." miles waved to the people in the restaurant and the patrons seemed to have gone back to their individual conversations.

"i will stab you with this fork," you playfully threatened with a pout on your face.

the two of you returned to your hotel in the wizarding world, exhausted from your silly adventures around paris.

"i'll draw us a bath," miles called out from the en suite.

you thanked him as you unpacked your bag and removed your makeup in front of the small vanity.

you got out of your satin dress, letting it pool on the floor as you kicked it to the side of the marbled bathroom tiles.

"c'mere," miles beckoned you into the tub and you settled in between his legs, your back against his chest.

"i really don't want this holiday to end, i can't imagine having to go back to work and deal with malfoy's bullshit," you played with miles' hands.

"at least you got malfoy, potter's the head of my department. he's bloody irritating at times," miles groaned.

miles pushed himself up slightly so that he was sitting up and less so leaning against the tub.

he placed small tickles kisses starting from your neck to the back of your shoulder.

he then started massaging shampoo into your hands as you looked up with your eyes closed to prevent any soap suds from getting into your eyes.

your muscles relaxed as miles rinsed the water out of your hair.

"thank you baby, i love you." you mumbled dreamily as you began fluttering your eyes open.

you were about to run your hands through your hair when you noticed something on your left hand.

you whipped your body around to face miles, not caring about the water that had sloshed and left the tub from your movement.

"miles!" you showed him the back of your left hand, adorned with a glittering diamond ring.

"marry me." he said, more of a statement than a question.

"fucking hell, i love you so much," tears brimmed your eyes as you pulled him into a kiss.

that night, you and miles laid in bed, his head resting against your chest as your lightly scratched his head with your nails.

"you didn't even give me a chance to say no." you watched the diamond as it reflected the light from the lamps in the room.

miles scoffed at your statement.

"as if you could every say no to all of this hot sexy goodness." he gestured to himself.

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A Metaphor For Fidelity; Part Two.

very requested. I hope this lives up to expectations but I’m really not sure? I really struggled to come up with a concept for this so I’m sorry if it disappoints💖💖💖💖

ELLIOT X READER, 18+

Never in my life would I expect to compare myself to the death of Anne Boleyn. My head hangs low while I walk to my locker, as if a sword was soon to come in contact with my cervical spine. My cheeks glow red with nerves; the fear of the man I now loathe coming any where near me being on the front of my mind. Similar to Anne, my situation involves adultery. An affair between my lover and his friend causing the sword to ultimately strike down the centre of our relationship with one, effortless stroke.

I rushed to collect my belongings from my locker and leave. Clearing my mind as I did this to ensure no tears will be shed at the sight of Elliot in my peripheral vision. He was stood with Rue: an old friend of mine. Rue and I spent all of our days together when we were just children. The memories of our past are now fading, slowly I realise that the stories of us now take me multiple minutes to remember completely. I’m sure all of Rues friends/enemies would tell you this, but the drugs did not only effect her, my life was altered just as much as hers. She had lived a tragic life - near that of Anne Boleyn.

My day consisted of nothing but two things: going out of my way to find new routes around the school, (so I didn’t accidentally make uncomfortable eye contact with ‘he who shall not be named’) and refreshing my order information on my clothes order. I was reminded by Maddy that it is simply unacceptable to go to my first party single and not have a brand new outfit.

Days like these depressed me. I feel the constant need to be doing something, like half of my mind has run off and the other half is panting, sweating even, to try and catch up.

I looked at my phone and saw the date was May 19th. I made a mental note of this date, for a reason I am unaware of. This date just stuck with me, meaning the events to follow also stuck on my person. Equivalent to the guilt attached to the infamous, Anne Boleyn.

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“Bitch, you are so hot it’s unreal.”

Maddy was known for being a ‘mean girl’ ,but in all honesty, I thought she was one of the most loyal, caring people I know. She had just gone through some terrible things, terrible things that were unfortunately done by a terrible man.

I turned to my reflection in the mirror. An insecure, scared teenage girl looked back at me. Jules didn’t look like I did, Jules was ‘model pretty’. She has a look about her that just captivated you. Her slender figure making all those who looked at her audibly gasp. But she’s just a girl. Who am I to let the girl who slept with my boyfriend make me insecure? Fuck her. Fuck how she made me feel, but, fuck, I was still nervous.

I didn’t have time to think anymore thoughts worth remembering because I was being dragged down the stairs of Maddy’s front garden and into Kat’s car. Loud music accompanied the vehicle, I found myself smiling. I enjoyed smiling; I felt like a relief. A relief from my recent moods. I cant help but feel for those her never saw relief; who’s lives ended before they were able to restore the mess they were involved with prior.

“I’m going to get so fucked up tonight.”

The girls laughed and nodded their heads.

I wandered around the strangers house with my head held high, almost as high as me. I had smoked so much weed that night that I didn’t care what I did. I let boys kiss me, I let girls touch me, but mainly, I let Elliot stand there and watch. Oh, and Jules.

Jules and Elliot stood together the whole night. She had made multiple advances to him but he declined eveyone, instead staring at me with the same expression in his eyes as those in 1536 who felt bad watching the queen become only a head.

I was dancing with a boy I later found out was called Eric. His hands were calloused and tough, his mouth was too rough on mine, and his beard scratched my face in way that made me cringe. The alcohol clearly causing me to go blind. The only thing stopping me from ripping his hand off of my waist was the lasers lined with jealousy that protruded from Elliot’s eyes. I knew he was upset. But I didn’t care. So I lifted my hand and put up my middle finger. I hope he got the message.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” Her voice made me want to die right then and there. Jules came out of nowhere attempting to be Elliot’s knight in shining armour. She was the epitome of embarrassment at this point. She stood tall in front of me awaiting a reaction.

The room feel silent. The music being the only sound.

I looked up at her with only my eyes. Keeping my head lodged straight. I felt nothing. I felt nothing from stopping me from knocking her out. For punishing her for putting me through nights of crying on my mothers lap like a sad puppy, nights of wishing I could remove me face and replace it with hers, nights that I should’ve spend with him.

Violence would not be a good way to go as I would probably get way to embarrassed and end up feeling way, way worse. So I took the drink from my hands and threw it in her face, it wasn’t the punishment she deserved. If it was legal I’d have her head on a wooden block; id have guards escorting me to my palace where I would sit in my throne and replay the moment in my head time and time again.

I wished she was Anne Boleyn.

As I did this, I saw Elliot leave. As if he didn’t want to be accused as the person responsible for the tension between me and the girl. I walked out to follow him. To get the last word. To let him know that he means nothing to me anymore.

I stood on the stairs next to where he was stood, smoking.

“Your girlfriends in there you know.” I said.

“She’ll never be my girlfriend.” He replied.

I wanted to say “I know”, I wanted to say, “she can never compare to what you had” but I didn’t. I laughed. I laughed a stood up. Standing directly in front of the 6’0 ft man. I laughed again. I kicked him right in his crotch, a grunt followed by a wince of pain escape his lips.

That was when I realised that it’s more fun to play the villain in any situation. Whether it be bad or good, accident or purpose, your fault or theirs.

I realised I’d rather play Henry VIII, than his estranged, unfaithful wife.

Monsters, Love and Family pt. 2

Imagine that when you find safety at the Avengers compound and are all settled in, Joel admits that he might know of another colony in need of rescuing.

Words: 6.9K Author’s Note: I had no idea I was even going to write a part 2 until I finished the first part of this -_- So as for the Marvel universe, let’s just pretend Vision was never made. There are A LOT of characters, so I will do my best to keep the conversations short-ish and concentrate mostly on YN and/or Joel.

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Mama || Leticia "Letty" Cruz

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A/N: This was created because I've seen some speculation that Letty may not make it to the end of Season 3 (😭🥺). My mind needed something fluffy to combat this and so this piece came about. Apologises for grammatical errors and please let me know if the Spanish translation needs correcting.

Characters/Pairing(s): Letty x Reader (mother-daughter relationship) ▪︎ Coco x Reader (mention) ☆ Mayans MC (brief mention) ▪︎ OCs (receptionist, mother and son duo) 

Summary: Just a mother protecting her daughter. 

Warnings: brief mention of altercation (male and female), description of injuries, fluff, language, nicknames, painkillers (reference to injury) 

Word Count: 1755

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(Y/N) couldn't believe how busy the roads leading to the local high school were. It was a Wednesday, a little after ten and the streets were just packed with cars. She thought it was ridiculous considering people were usually at their jobs and children were in their age appropriate schools. There was no reason for people to be out and about. 

"The light's been green for five seconds!" she yelled and honked her horn, "move!" The driver in front gave her the finger before taking off, "you're so fucking lucky I've got somewhere to be, asshole!" she called out as she drove in the opposite direction. 

When her phone rang during her break, the last person (Y/N) expected to hear from was the receptionist for Santo Padre High School. According to the woman, Leticia (Letty as she was mostly referred to) had been in an altercation with another student and her parents or caregivers were requested to come and meet with the principal. Rachel, the receptionist, mentioned trying to reach her father but going straight to voicemail. With (Y/N) being listed as an emergency contact she was called. 

(Y/N) immediately asked about Letty, but was told that specific details couldn't be discussed over the phone. She found that odd, but accepted it (for the time being) and informed Rachel that she would be there as quickly as she could. After hanging up, she grabbed her belongings and told her manager she had a family emergency to attend to. She was cleared and (Y/N) informed him that she would be taking a week off as well and would keep them updated on her situation. 

From the moment she received the call to the time she pulled up in front of the high school, her thoughts revolved around Letty. Being with Coco for several years allowed (Y/N) to gain some insight to the type of life he had been subjected to. Through a lot of tears, constant reassurance and love (Y/N) was able to break through his tough exterior and get him to believe she was in it for the long haul. When (Y/N) was told by him about his daughter being in a similar environment to what he was in growing up, she demanded him to bring her home.

The second she laid eyes on Letty she saw Coco's features and personality shine through. (Y/N) didn't expect the teenager to respect or trust her right off the bat, but she made sure to let her know that she was here if she needed someone to talk to and gave her space. With every door slam, harsh comment and glare sent her way, (Y/N) continued being herself and showed Letty she wasn't a threat. It was challenging, especially when Coco left on runs, but she pushed through. Eventually the teenager began to accept her father's girlfriend without second guessing her. 

(Y/N) stepped into the main office and found a woman standing beside a teenage boy, who held some paper towels to his nose and had a couple of scratches on his face. She moved closer and realised the pair were towering over Letty who sat in the corner and was looking down at her lap. Clenching her jaw, she strode over to the trio. 

"Get the fuck away from my daughter!" she glared at the duo and turned around to Letty, who was now standing, "mi niña, are you okay?" she kissed her forehead and cupped her cheeks, "Leticia?" 

The teenager nodded, "uh… y-yeah, I'm fine," she went to move (Y/N)'s hands but winced, "completely fine." 

(Y/N)'s eyes widened at the state of Letty's hands. They were most likely bruised and what shocked her even more was that there was no ice-pack beside her seat. The boy clearly had been given assistance, but her baby girl hadn't and that pissed her off.

"Rachel!" she called out and a woman appeared around the corner, "you're the one who called me right?" 

"Yes." 

"And, you said you couldn't go over specific details of what happened over the phone?" 

"That's correct." 

(Y/N) nodded and gestured towards Letty's hands, "well I'm here now and would like an explanation on why my daughter hasn't been treated and that young man has?" When the mother tried to give a reason, she raised a hand in her face, "this doesn't concern you, this conversation is between Rachel and I." 

Rachel gulped and could feel the anger radiating off of (Y/N), "well… uh, he was bleeding and –"

"Were there other staff members present?" she asked and when she was given a nod, she continued, "why couldn't they have provided medical assistance to my daughter?" 

"She… didn't tell us she was hurt, ma'am, she said she was fine so –"

"Bitch do her hands look fine to you?" 

The mother scoffed, "at least we know where your daughter gets her attitude from." 

(Y/N) turned to her, "shut up, nobody asked for your ass to speak," she gestured towards her son, "the reason your son's looking like a fucked up tomato is completely justified I can vouch for that." 

"Are you kidding me?" She shrieked and pointed to his face, "he's most likely got a broken nose and there's scratches on his face!"

"Exactly, be glad my daughter didn't have a screwdriver on her." (Y/N) replied and almost laughed at the disbelief on the woman's face, "your son deserved every scratch, bruise and possible broken bone."

"Excuse me!?" 

(Y/N) ignored her and turned back around to face Rachel, "Letty and I will be leaving now."

"Mrs Fraser hasn't seen –" 

"My main concern right now is my daughter's well-being," she told her, "and you've got my details on file so I'm sure Mrs Fraser can contact me at a later date." 

Rachel spoke again, "please if you'd just –"

"No." 

(Y/N) picked up Letty's bag and walked over to the desk, with Letty trailing behind her. She quickly signed out on the tablet and the pair walked out of the building. Reaching her car, (Y/N) unlocked it and helped Letty into the passenger seat. Closing her door, she rushed to the driver's side and got in. 

She helped Letty buckle up, before buckling herself in, "everything okay, sweets?" 

"Yeah… uh, thanks." was the response she received, before she started up the car and pulled out of the school parking lot while explaining where they were off to next. 

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"He's always talking shit," Letty explained to (Y/N) about the guy in the office, "it was about time someone shut him up." 

"And you were the person to do so?" 

She shrugged her shoulders, "he ran his mouth and then touched me, so I beat his ass." 

"Two for one special?" 

"Pretty much." 

(Y/N) chuckled, "when your hands heal up, we'll ask one of the guys to teach you a few moves in the ring, thankfully your hands are just bruised and not broken." 

"They still hurt like a bitch." 

"You've got another two hours before you can drink some more painkillers." 

"What would've happened if Coco answered the phone?" Letty questioned.

(Y/N) shook her head, "honey, I don't even think I wanna know what would've happened," she noticed the teen wince, "are you okay?" 

"Yes." 

"Are you sure?"

She huffed, "I'm fine, okay? I was fine when you picked me up. I was fine when we went to the doctor's office. I was fine at the grocery store and I was fine the last time you asked me." 

(Y/N) nodded and pulled into their driveway, putting the car in park, "I'm not gonna apologise about asking how you're feeling. I'm just – I just want to make sure you're okay. But, now I'll stop because I can see I'm annoying you." 

"Yeah, you are." 

She chuckled, "okay, I'll stop, but you'll tell –" 

Letty sighed, "yes, I'll tell you. You really take this parenting thing seriously. I mean… you've been referring to me as your daughter all day and I–I'm not. But you defended me –" 

"And I always will." 

" – against Kyle, his mum and even the receptionist. I–I've never had that before. And, even at the doctor's office you made sure I was seen by a female because you knew it'd make me more comfortable." 

"Letty?" 

"You treat me like I'm yours and you called me your daughter and I… I don't know, I just," she took a deep breath, shook her head and looked out of the window.

(Y/N) waited for her to continue, but she didn't. Thinking back on today's events, she realised she had referred to Letty as her own. She had been doing it in her mind for so long and didn't realise she had said it out in the open. Letty had heard her reference and it seemed to make her uncomfortable and that was something she vowed she wouldn't do. 

"When I started dating your dad he told me about the kids he had. He told me that he wasn't involved in their lives because being away from them was for the best. I asked him what would happen if one day a kid reached out and his response was "if they do, they do. I ain't gonna turn them away", (Y/N) spoke up, "and then you reached out, sweetums. You reached out and your dad took that as a sign. From the moment you entered our lives, it's been a whirlwind of emotions. We're not this picture perfect family, but we're our own version. Despite being almost an adult, Coco still views you as his baby girl. And, honestly, I've been viewing you the same way."

Letty sniffed and looked up, "really?" 

"Absolutely, gorgeous. The moment you stepped through that door you became mine as well," (Y/N) pointed at the front door of their home, before turning to her, "but that doesn't matter if you're not okay with it. I'm not trying to force you to be –" 

"I'm Coco's daughter," she cut in and smiled at (Y/N), "and now I'm yours too." 

(Y/N) beamed with joy and unbuckled her seatbelt, and Letty's, reaching over the middle console to bring the teen into her arms. Letty wrapped her arms around (Y/N), breathing in her (scent). The woman chuckled and kissed her cheek, "I love you, baby girl." 

Letty pulled her closer, "I love you too, mama." 

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Spanish Translations: 

Mi niña - my girl / baby girl

Just friends (part 2) | Fezco x Reader

Summary: You ask Fez to take your virginity

Pairing: Fezco x Reader

Word count: 0.7k

Warning: nudity, first time, drug use (idk what to add)

Note: thank you to @fezcossidepiece for finding the song

Part 1 | Part 3 (coming soon)

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On Friday, you and the girls went bowling. Neither of you were good at bowling, but Kat needed an excuse to not see Ethan, so it was perfect.

It was Cassie’s turn to roll her ball, so Maddy and Kat took turns asking you questions. You knew they would after you’d break the big news to them.

“Did you orgasm?”

“It was her first time. That’s unlikely,” Kat said.

To their surprise, you hummed.

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A Metaphor for Fidelity.

i’m back.. my first post did so wel i’m going greatful for all the support i love you all!!!

Elliot x reader, 18+

this is sad lol, I wanted to do something completely different to my first fic I posted so here u go🥲 ITS ALSO RLLY SHORT IM SO SORRY XXXX

“Fuck baby, doing so fucking well.”

His moans sounded like a piano to me. A melody that flowed so effortlessly and with such ease that it was simply intoxicating. His words kept me going, praises coming out from the confines of his lips every second that his mouth was not busy on mine.

These praises made me go just that bit harder, bouncing on his lap while he filled me up. My fingers found his hair and pulled his neck backwards to expose the empty flesh that I would soon go on to claim with my marks. Sex with Elliot is indescribable. He knows what to do. He knows how to make me squirm, but he also knows how to make me relax. He has the ability to make me beg for more, even when my body has been pushed to its absolute limit; he is something else all together.

And then, when I can feel the elastic string in my stomach slowly reaching its breaking point, I go faster. Running my hands seductivly down my stomach, grasping my breast on the way to my clit. Tracing harsh circles, it was the thing that brought me to the near edge. I was so close, so near my optimum pleasure. So close when..

“Oh god, fuck, Jules.”

It didn’t even register at first. So I kept going until I was done. Thinking back on my actions I was an idiot for blocking it out. It was only until I saw his face while holding myself up on his shoulders that it fully clicked what he had just done.

My face dropped first, then my heart. The feeling was new, it wasn’t anger or jealousy. It wasn’t sadness either. Making my way off of the man I can’t believe that I had actually slept with, I rushed to put on my clothes. Taking extra effort to blank out the noises surrounding me. A blur of ‘baby please’ and ‘wait, let me explain’ is all I was able to catch during his shitty attempt at making the situation any less embarrassing.

He grabbed my face and that’s when I lost it. The thing is, that I didn’t know how he wanted me to react. “Don’t you fucking touch me.” Was all I managed to say before I just starting balling. All of my emotions pouring out in the form of small droplets of water. The water on my chin failing to fall down and instead sliding down along the hickeys on my neck; the irony of the tears he caused aligning with the pleasure he once placed upon my skin.

My mind begged the question, did he sleep with her? Was he thinking of Jules while inside of me? But my heart begged me to leave. To place a bandage over my valves and arteries to prevent any further damage. I have always been a more logical girl.

“Have you had sex with her?”

Moments pass and the only thing that could be a kind of considered an answer to my question was a man I front of my lowering to his knees, hugging my thighs and saying sorry. I had never been cheated on. I didn’t know how people owned up to their sins. Reflecting on this experience I should’ve known what had happened by his whole show he put on. However, I had to get the verbal clarification I needed, I needed proof that I wasn’t going crazy.

“Answer my fucking question Elliot, I swear to g-“

“Yes.”

I released the breath I held in my chest and started to leave. My chest rising and falling at the same rate that my feet were walking. I swiped my phone and my keys off of his night stand, purposefully knocking over an full ashtray while I was at it, and swore to myself I would never step foot in his room again. I refuse to be treated like this.

He trailed after me like a lost puppy. Burying his face in his palms. I ignored every word he had said, none of them meaning anything to me anymore.

When discussing the touchy subject of infidelity, I believe that it should be brought up more that the culprit will always be caught at a time they are least expecting it. That there might not be a day that it all ‘just clicks’, that sometimes it’s a shock to your entire system that someone so in love with you would decide that you are not enough. That their greed is more important than your being. It’s infuriating.

Getting home was not a time a recall. I don’t remember leaving his house, I don’t remember entering mine, and I certainly don’t remember texting Jules. Not that it was anything bad, if my mind was alive and in the state it is now in I think I would’ve done the same.

To ‘Jules’ : whore